Three weeks later...
"Dori! Come on already! You've been up there for hours!" I heard Kruz shout from downstairs.
I looked in the mirror and took one final look at my outfit.
I pulled my yair into a high tight ponytail and headed down the stairs to see the guys dressed in their outfits.
The boys all turned their faces to me and stared.
"Wow" Micah spoke up. "now I see why you took so long"
I blushed and chuckled a bit. Ryder met me at the bottom of the stairs and took my hand in his and brushed a lock of hair that fell from my ponytail behind my ear.
"You look beautiful" he whispered in my ear. I blushed and muttered a small 'thank you'.
Just wait till he sees the back.
We turned and headed out to the car. But as I was about to step in, I heard Ryder exclaim.
"Hold up!" We all turned to look at him in expectation. "That dress is way too revealing" oh so he noticed.
"Oh come on man!" Kruz exclaimed.
"You've got to be kidding me" Dennis muttered.
"Really? Again?" Micah sighed.
"You can't go to a club filled with gangs from all over the country looking like that!"
"It's just her back." Kruz stated. "It's not like anyone is going to watch her walking by and say 'damn, that is one fine back'"
We all laughed a little at Kruz's ridiculous joke. All except Ryder of course. I sighed as he crossed his arms and gave us a hard stare.
"You have to stop being this controlling" I scolded him. "I can't believe I'm not allowed to wear my own clothes"
"You can!" He defended. "Just not that one"
"If it were left up to you, I wouldn't be able to wear anything!"
"And who's fault is it that all the clothes you own are revealing?"
I sighed and rubbed my temples with my fingers. Arguing with Ryder was useless. He always chose to be difficult at times when he really shouldn't be.
"I just don't like people staring at what's mine" he muttered stubbornly, with a small pout because I wouldn't agree with him.
"People are gonna stare whether I look good or not, so what're you gonna do then? Lock me in the house?"
"If that's what it takes" he said in all seriousness. I rubbed my temples again and sighed.
"Ryder can we please just get in the car?" I asked with eyes pleading for him to drop the argument. His eyes softened a bit before he sighed but he hesitated before answering.
"Fine. " He reluctantly agreed. "But you stay by my side at all times."
"Deal" I didn't plan on leaving his side for the night anyway.
"Finally!" Kruz exclaimed and hoped into the car.
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The club was packed.
We were at an underground gang club that was rumored to have been the best in the country and now I could see why.
There were three stages stacked on the middle of the large room to form a triangle so that people can see the male and female stripers dancing on the poles from any angle. There were waitresses walking around in only a bra and a thong in heels carrying a tray that held glasses of alcohol.
There was an upstairs section to the bar where it looked like the VIPs resided. Up there was filled with Rich looking men in suits either getting a lap dance from a stripper, kissing and groping them, or just lazily drinking from their glasses and talking.
What really caught my attention though was the large pool in the corner of the club surrounded by a large glass box with a door at the side. I guess they put the glass there so that the water wouldn't splash everywhere in the club.
There was also a bar at each of the four corners of the room.
The room was large and dark, holding about 5000 or more people. There were blue, red and purple lights that gave us a little light to see where we were going. Nothing more, nothing less. The music was also very loud and boomed through speakers installed on the top of walls all around the club.
"Wow" I voiced over the sound of the music.
"Crazy right?" Dennis said into my ear.
"Very"
Ryder took my hand in his and led me towards the bar closest to us.
When we got there, the bartender greeted us with a kind smile. His smile was mainly directed at me though, which I found sort of weird. People never smile at me.
"Hi, my name is Ben" he said to me, his eyes gleaming with an unknown emotion. "What can I get you?" Even though he was supposed to be talking to all of us, his question was seemingly directed to me, as the same genuine smile he wore was still plastered on his face.
Ryder seemed to have noticed this too as he wrapped his arms around my waist possessively, pulling me close. "Fuck off" he said to the bartender whose eyes widened in shock and absolute fear. Mine did too.
"I-I.....s-sir I didn't....I w-was...." He stuttered and stumbled over his words as he looked at Ryder in fear. I looked up at him in shock, not knowing he would snap like that. But before I could scold him for his rude behavior, he spoke again.
"Do you want me to rip out your eyes and shove them down your throat then take them out of your intestines just to shove them back down again?" He asked menacingly, leaning closer to the guy despite the island of the bar blocking him.
Ben shook his head in fear. "Good. That's very good" Ryder said. "Now move and go get us a new bartender" he growled out.
Ben visibly shook in fear and stumbled away to get us a new bartender.
As soon as he was a few steps away, I turned to Ryder and hit his chest as hard as I could. He didn't even budge. "What the hell was that for?!" I yelled, raising my hands in the air then dropping them back down.
Ryder looked down at me with narrowed dark blue eyes. "He was staring at you!" He tried to defend. " The little pervert was probably eye raping you and mentally striping you out of that dress." His hands gripped my waist as he pulled me closer to him. "And I told you, I don't like sharing what's mine" he growled lowly, alnost threatening. Now I truly understand why he was the most feared gang leader in the country.
"You didn't have to he so rude about it" I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes and turned my back to him to show him how upset I was at the way he handled the situation.
I heard him sigh in defeat and he started rubbing my arms up and down from behind. I felt him kiss my neck. "You're right. I'm sorry" I slowly turned around at hearing his words and I was met with guiltful eyes. "I could have handled that better. I just didn't like the way he looked at you. It just made me angry and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that" he paused, looking at me with pleading eyes even though I could barely see them. "Forgive me?" He continued rubbing my arms up and down.
I looked up at him and sighed. "Promise me you won't do that again, yeah?"
He rested his forehead on mine. "Promise" he pecked my lips, pulling away to see a small smile there. Then I saw something that made me freeze.
Behind Ryder, further down in the club, I saw Macy, Lacy, Stacy and Tracy saunter in with a few guys trailing behind them. One of them I recognized.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and looked up at Ryder. "Isn't this club for gangs only?" I asked.
He furrowed his brows, probably in confusion as to why I would suddenly ask that question. "Yeah. For the most part it is. But sometimes you can get in if you have strong connections to a particular gang or gang member. You don't necessarily have to be apart of a gang. But whoever you have ties with has to vouch for you before you can get in, like we did for you" he explained.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. I turned back to where I just saw the group enter.
I knew that they were popular and were bad company, but relationships with a gang? I would never have guessed.
The four girls weren't really a puzzle. They could've slutted their way in by flirting and clinging to some guy who would come running at the shake of their boobs.
But him, I didn't understand. What was he doing here?
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The boys' outfits